​The color of the sky matches the color of the tar.Nothing lives here. I pick up my tired bodyTo walk,but it’s harder than I thought.I know it’s a good way to end.I watch him chop vegetables at the kitchen table,But is he even worth it?The reds, greens, oranges;He asks you what you’re writing.Why are you watching?Get out of my head.This coffee tastes like life:Something I haven’t had a taste for in a while.Harmonicas wail in the background;A sound he insists upon,But I know better.Don’t let those tastes and sounds fool you.It’s the world as you know it; only dead.

Author Bio:Samantha Fischer is a writer, music lover, and cat mom living in Minneapolis. She is a founding editor of Dirty Chai Magazine and her work has appeared in various blogs and literary journals across the internet. Find her on Twitter @samanfisc